Robbing The Heat Poem by James Walter Orr

We laid in the bed and on passion we fed,
While the wind sifted in through each crack;
And I shared my heat with those pretty little feet
While the cold wind howled over our shack.

The cold couldn't struggle down into our snuggle,
Nor penetrate our passion's blaze,
And I warmed your feet, with the source of my heat
As we lived love's continuing craze.

The years have unfolded, emotions have molded;
Time passes and can't be turned back.
The future has failed, and our love's been derailed,
And the rose of the future turned black.

Now our house is as snug as a bug in a rug:
The cold draft is a thing of the past,
but your cold frigid heart has now pushed us apart,
And the love that we had has now passed.